Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Chapter 265 Past Causes and Consequences, the Daoist Fishes for a Millennium, Alone Fishing for a Lifetime of Martial Fortune, True Technique Fifteenth Layer!_3

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"What have you found? Stop beating around the bush and speak up," the old man in the purple robe stood tall, his stubble on his face as stiff as steel needles.

"Great sir, the young master's bones, they're moving!" the man in the white robe blurted out the truth, his eyes tightly shut.

"What?" the old man in the purple robe snatched the spirit mirror, only to see four bright spots on its surface, along with a vague and unclear shadow.

Among them, only two spots remained still, one flying in the sky, the other running on a mountain.

"Despicable! How dare they! How dare they go this far! This is too much of an insult!"

"To divide the young master's bones into four pieces, such a lunatic, I will crush his bones to ashes!"

"What are you staring at? While they're still within the range of the spirit mirror, go and

As he practiced the cultivation technique in his sea of consciousness, the Daoist's thoughts became increasingly intricate and clear.

"My Way is unceasing!"

"I cultivate the Pure Yang Way, merging the true essence of myriad transformations with the Great Technique of Qi!"

Again with a thought, another scroll in front of the Daoist's eyes slowly unfolded, revealing countless scriptures that floated upon the scroll, dazzling and blinding.

"There are five thieves in heaven, and those who see them will thrive. The five thieves reside in the heart, acting upon the heavens, the cosmos at hand, myriad transformations born from the body."

"Heaven and earth are the thieves of all things; all things are thieves to man; man is a thief to all things. When the three thieves are in harmony, the Three Powers are at peace."

"Thus it is said: Eat at the right time, and all limbs are ordered; trigger the mechanism, and all transformations are at peace."

After watching the figure in the scroll practice for two hundred years, the Daoist's understanding of 'theft' and 'transformation' deepened even further.

Out with the old, in with the new!

The snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, the cotton line the Daoist cast into the river remained unchanged, the fishing float motionless, but the Daoist's eyes grew ever brighter, sparking in the void, now easily creating lightning.